Friends know that exactly one week ago I was liberated of my camera and laptop. How terrible! I would miss my everything! Did you back everything up!? Says everyone. Alas, I don't want to get into the details, but there is a way to take this experience and further lighten the load. After all, what am I doing with all this stuff, anyway? And so, here I sit, smartphone in hand, in the shade of my backyard. It's about ninety degrees with a heat index of ninety three. It feels fabulous and the essence of summer. I'm finding that the New Yorker's review of Annie Proulx's new memoir feels accurate to me, but it's readable.